I had searched everywhere. Asked everyone I saw whether they knew where he was. Tried his phone a million times but I still had no idea where he was. I sat on the bleachers crying. I just lost my boyfriend and was pretty darn close to losing my best friend too. Emma. Emma would know where he was. I called her up patiently waiting for her to pick up the phone. "Hello" she answered from the other end. " Em please tell me you known where Zack is." " He's with me Becks. And he's really hurt that you didn't come to the game" " I know Em and I'm really sorry. Could you please give the phone to him. I need to talk to him. Please." I begged. I could hear someone's voice at the other end and then the phone cut. Damn. My phone beeped and it was a message from Emma. " He's at the victory party at Hugo's house. Come quick"
I drove silently to Hugo's house. It was the party of the year . It had to be. Our school had just won the biggest game of the year. Hugo was known for throwing crazy ass parties. He was loaded and his parents were hardly in town which resulted in wild parties. It was exactly the kind of party you saw in movies. Everyone drunk out of their mind, some raunchy making out going on, the smell of alcohol and vomit reeking the house. How in this mess was I supposed to find Zack?
The place was overcrowded and stuffy. I had to squeeze and push myself through the crowd looking for Zack while asking people around me if they had any idea where he was. I finally made it to the backyard where a bunch of the football players were playing beer pong and talking loudly. I spotted Zack in the mix. I walked up to him hoping he was sober enough so that I could talk to him. Know how there are different kind of drunk people? Zack was an emotional drunk who spilled out whatever was in heart at that time. It usually resulted in trouble.
" Zack can we talk please?" I asked hoping that when he answered, he wouldn't slur and be sober. " Heyyy sweethearrrt" he smiled at me. Oh crap. He was drunk. I could smell the alcohol on him. " Are you here to watch the game? Haha but guesssss what? The games is already overrr. Hahaha" he laughed. I had a feeling this was not going to end well. " Zack can we go home please?? I'm really sorry. I'll explain everything to you" I pleaded. " Too late for that babe. Heyy guyss guess what?? You know Beckyy? That little girl who's always with me?? Yeah my besstt friend in the whole wide world? Yeah that one. She didn't come to see my game todayyy. Can you believe thaat? All because her stupid british boyfriend is more important to her" I could hear the bitterness in his words. The others guys laughed. Where was Emma I wondered? The one time I needed her she wasn't there. " Zack please. You're drunk. Let's go" I pleaded once again this time taking his hand hoping he would come with me. " Don't touch me." he pulled his hand out of my grasp. I tried again, pleading with him to come with me. " Will you stop?" he screamed at me this time. " You. Are. Not. My. Girfriend. So STOP acting like you are. Now leave me the hell alone." everyone was looking at us now. Of all the things Zack had ever told me, this one was the most hurtful.
